Date: 27-11-2020
I dreamt I was deep in some kind of cave system. Above me there were two more levels. I was with a small group of astral warriors. Every individual warrior had their own ability/speciality. The place inside this cave system where we were supposed to head to is where a spaceship was waiting for me. This spaceship was able to travel at 1.3 times the speed of light. It was the fastest spaceship ever built by humans. But the level below us housed aliens. They would not allow us to get to this spaceship. It wasn’t clear to me whether that ship was actually ours or whether we were stealing it. But I did know one thing; I was the only pilot. I was the only one out of our group able to fly it.
Everyone had their own role in this group of warriors, and mine was being the pilot. The leader of the group and I consulted with each other what our best route would be. One of our group had the ability to teleport, but two levels down was too much. One level would be doable, though, so he started teleporting us one by one, to one level below us. In the end he discovered he could teleport more than one person, as long as they touched him. We had to briefly wait one level down until he had us all and could teleport us to another level down, but that meant we were waiting on the level where the aliens were.
We had to keep quiet. I was one of the first ones to go down to this level. It was very grim. A weird mist hang in the tunnels, and there were supply crates everywhere. They provided me with much needed cover, cause there were aliens walking around in the tunnels. They were your typical Hollywood alien; long, slender, big head, big black eyes. We hid, and the aliens had no idea we were there. It only took a few minutes until we could teleport one more level down. There she stood. The ship was of shiny silver colour, the form of a spearhead. It had the approximate length of a delivery fan, but it was flat. And again, really shiny, like it was polished.
The others arrived within a minute. This time the group seemed to be larger than we started. I recall this group consisted of colleagues, and my brother too was now part of the warriors. I saw an exit and daylight, like the cave system was inside a mountain, and we were now down below on ground level. The caves also contained many crates. It looked like a military weapons depot. The crates were army green with white texts on them. Outside we could hear gunfire. There was a battle going on outside the caves. The many warriors opened the crates now, and armed themselves to the teeth. They formed a perimeter. Who our enemy was, was unclear, but we knew for certain “they” were our enemy.
It didn’t take long for the fighting to move away so our exit was clear. We had to do a few checks before I could fly the ship though. We went outside and we found ourselves on a street, somewhere in a city. It became clear there was some kind of meeting or seminar going to take place in that city. Something important was going to be decided in this meeting. We wanted to find out what this meeting was about, so we looked around. We came upon a poster that had been glued to one of those little electricity boxes against the wall of a house.
The poster was by some kind of organisation. I think it said EWEA or something. Not sure. Something with 4 letters, of which two were the letter E. It clearly was a propaganda poster. Something mainstream. The poster showed drawings of a few different types of aliens, all different from each other. But they actually looked something like really old and wrinkly elderly people. Humans! The drawings kind of looked like the cartoon version of the ‘Big Friendly Giant’ of the cartoon movie of the same name. Also kind of like that elderly pedo from the Family Guy cartoon, the one with that strange voice and the walkers.
The alien faces drawn all smiled seemingly very friendly. The top and bottom of the poster had text, the faces in the middle. The top text said something along the lines of “The Event Is Near”. Not sure if that is what it said exactly, but it was something that meant that. I do remember what the bottom said. It read “WE ARE YOUR FRIENDS”. I recall thinking to myself they actually looked kinda friendly. Maybe this was all okay? But I wasn’t sure. Something felt off. Something felt like it could all be very very wrong. The poster had evident high marketing value, if you get what I mean. It was too slick. Something was wrong about it.
We had to know what was going to happen, so my flight was postponed. We were going to look into this. There was a typical canal house that was obviously owned by wealthy people. Wealthy royalty of some kind. In that house the decision (what ever that was) was going to be made. We had to get in, but no way that we would be able to sneak in unnoticed. I am not sure why I thought that, and with all these warriors with all different abilities you’d think this would be possible, but in the dream we took it as a fact we would not be able to do pull this off. No idea why. But I had a specific power, which was also the power that allowed me to pilot the spacecraft. I could enter people’s mind astrally, and read their thoughts and memories, and I could tunnel those.
I placed myself astrally in front of a young boy that stood in front of the house, ready to enter. I could hear him think something like: “This is not going to go well.” I knew he was talking about the meeting. He was worried! I comforted him with my mojo, by standing head to head, touching his forehead with mine, which made some kind of connection that was one tier up to what I was already doing before this. It was like I paired with him as if we were Bluetooth devices. It was really strange, cause that’s truly how it felt. I put him at ease, but at the same time discovered that by doing this I could holographically project our entire team into the meeting room. And because this boy was going to be allowed in there legally, it also meant our holographic presence was allowed. Like that property of our projection was copied by this means of projecting through him.
Inside was a big room, with really high sealing, beautifully decorated. The room was filled with luxurious furniture, there were waiters, there was expensive food, and, of course, there were a lot of rich and royalty present. Decadence to the max. And they didn’t see us somehow, even though we were clearly there. We sat down. When the meeting almost commenced we could even interact. At that point it didn’t really seem to matter we were officially uninvited. Maybe nobody noticed, or, just as likely, nobody cared.
I was actually dressed quite well for my much inferior wealth class. The meeting started, and two big doors opened. In walked the aliens from the posters, with those wrinkled old faces. They took the stage, and started talking with the rich people. I didn’t understand the topic at all, but I did pick up that these rich people made a lot of promises to these aliens. Things would get much much better. And these aliens were actually easily convinced. It was some kind of mutual thing. You do this for us and we will do this for you. But I got a strong sense “our” side made promises they could hardly keep.
Suddenly the meeting was over. It was decided. They were going to do it, whatever it was. Everyone around me stood up, I remained seated. People started walking and talking, emptying out the room. I was looking at a crowd of legs moving in front of me, as my luxurious leather seat was quite low near the ground. But in the chaos I saw another pair of legs about 10 feet away from me, still seated. It took a while before I saw who it was, cause I would only get glimpses of this person through the crowd that was walking between us. But as that crowd was thinning out I recognised him. It was my father in law! He was dressed to the nines!
He looked at me as he would sometimes do, then looking slightly away, pondering something, smacking his mouth a few times, and he said: “Well, Willem, I don’t know what your perspective on this is…” (now looking me straight in the eyes) “…but I don’t believe any of it.” I replied: “Yeah, I actually don’t either… Something is off.” In one swift move he leaned in on me and pointed his finger at me: “Exactly! Something is off!”
The dream might have continued, or blended over into another dream, but I do not recall that.
